I'm sharing a room with the best man.

At 11:30 this morning I woke up to my phone ringing. It was Will (the groom).

I stood up to get the phone, glanced at the clock, and mumbled, hesitantly, "Justin? It's eleven thirty ..."

Will said, "Hi."

Justin screamed "What?!" and threw back the covers and leapt out of bed.

(It's not even worth describing this—you've seen it in every movie with a wedding scene ever.)

"Um, we were supposed to meet to pick up our tuxes ...."

"We'll be there in thirty seconds," I said.

And now here we go:



(How on earth do you dress for a rainy September wedding in Wisconsin anyway?)